This next part will be written from my point of view - so not the third person!
Part 2 - Who to blame?
"Help, someone please help!" I cried, desperate to get Ryan back to full health.
"What do you need help with?" a teacher came over. "Oh my gosh, what's happened?!"
"I came to find him and saw him like this, honest!"
I saw a small group of people out of the corner of my eye, but was too busy finding out what was wrong to look round properly.
"It's not a fucking TV show!" I yelled, angry with them even though I would have done the same in their situation.
Another teacher arrived, calling 999 from her phone. "Ambulance, police - whatever, just get someone here!"
Within minutes there were people rushing through the corridors with a stretcher, but those minutes felt like hours and hours. I helped lift Ryan up along with the teachers and ambulance crew. I held onto his feet, for some reason shoe-less and carried him. He was heavier than I thought, but it wasn't really a point to think about that.
His toe moved as I clung on. I wasn't sure at first, but he was obviously hearing what the crew were saying as he responded, albeit in an odd way, but he responded.
"He's moving his toes! SOMEONE LISTEN!" I yelled.
"Ok thanks, we'll have a little look."
I stayed with him, insisting I got in the ambulance. The odd thing was, there was no visible damage to him, he looked as if he was just asleep. Of course there was, or the ambulance would have been off without him. As the journey progressed (I'd say it's about 30 minutes to the nearest hospital), I sat with him as important checks were carried out. He slowly opened his eyes with about 5 minutes to go.
"Ryan, you've been in an accident," I spoke quickly but reassuringly. "do you remember anything?"
The man working on his checks looked at me, then to Ryan and spotted his eyes were open. I was pushed away as he talked to him about what had happened. When we got to the hospital, I was made to go home. I won't bore you with how I felt, but I was worried & upset. This day I had all planned out! Ask him to come to sleepover. Get to sleepover. Ask him to suck me off. See his cock. Have great fun. Be sex mates forever. It sounds rude and as if I'm taking advantage, but I almost knew he'd have wanted that to. What now? I'd be accused off his injury, most likely, and would never be friends with him again.
I was told I could miss school for the next few days after the weekend and visit Ryan as soon as possible. Maybe people didn't think it was me after all! I had a lie in, which is unusual for me, but at about 11 that morning, I was woken by the phone.
"Hello" I answered.
"Hi, this is the local hospital, is this Jack?"
"Yes, it is." I replied, anxiously.
"We wanted to let you know you can come and visit Ryan now, he's completely well and should be leaving this afternoon!"
"Thankyou so much. So much."
"Bye bye."
I rushed to get changed, going commando, did boxers really matter? I shoved on an old T-Shirt and a pair of jeans, when the doorbell rang. My dad was here, ready to take me. I ran to the car, got in and in what seemed like 30 seconds was in the hospital. My dad had to go back to work, but walked me to Ryan's ward before leaving. I spotted Ryan, sitting on his bed in boxers only (fuck he had a nice 6 pack!) and looking reasonably happy. I ran up to him, shouting his name and he gave me a massive hug.
"The doctor said you saved my life!" he told me.
This was news to me. "Really?"
"Yeah, you got me to respond and if I hadn't have responded that soon, it could have been all over."
"Aww, I love you Ryan. What was wrong then?"
"Who cares about that, I'm better! I bloody love you Jack, anything you want in return." he replied.
Hmm, anything
Anything at all... "nah, you being well is enough for me. will you be well enough to have a sleepover next Friday?"
"yeah defo man, come round mine!"
"Ok mate, if you're sure."
I hugged him once more, this time feeling his what seemed to be hard cock rub on me through his boxers? Maybe he was gayer than I thought! I enjoyed it immensely though, and couldn't wait for the weekend. I stayed with Ryan for the rest of that day, mucking about and having fun. I still wondered who had done this, but decided not to bring it up for a few more days in case he didn't want to talk about it.
"Jack I need a piss." he said, a few hours later.
"Go then?" I replied, jokingly.
"Will you take me?"
I looked at him, shocked.
"No not in a gay way, they said someone needs to accompany me to the toilet though." (I later checked and this wasn't true
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"Oh ok mate."
We walked to the nearest toilet and I helped him in. There was only 1 toilet in there, so I waited outside, but he signalled me in to help him keep his balance, apparently. (Again, something I later checked, there were no problems with his balance)
As he was peeing, it seemed to take a while. Sneakily I glanced over his shoulder and spotted he had a massive hard one. He turned round and saw me looking.
"I'm sorry it's not what you think!" I said, quickly.
"Who cares if it is." he replied, winking
He really was gayer than I thought! I looked back at his massive cock, and wanted to start doing something there and then. My own started to rise, getting bigger & bigger. As he finished, I said I needed one too and may as well go now. He stood behind me as I went, and again I spotted him glancing over. As he started to talk, I told him to stop and gave him a peck on the lips. He seemed to enjoy it, but looked uneasy. I started to move my hand down, reaching his cock, when "bang bang bang bang bang" someone was knocking on the door. We had to leave, but hide both massive boners. We failed, someone must have wondered what had been going on!
I won't say any more about that hospital visit, as no more sexy stuff happened, but I was much more confident about this sleepover...
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Sorry about the length, but wanted to get to the end of the hospital part in this part. If you got through it all, comment or PM me about what you're thinking about it!
Jack x